[And it's telling how that kiss goes on for a bit longer than it should, and it's matched by a noise of satisfaction tempered with just that much urgency against your lips.
Once it's broken, though, he's letting his hands slide under the hem of your shirt.]
Care to lose this for me first?
[Because he's had it up to here with being driven crazy over the lack of contact between his skin and yours.]
[ Josh is pushing himself all the way up to a sitting position at that, the top row of his teeth catching on his lower lip for a moment ( yes, that is also a shaky breath with the barest hint of a hah ) because you've worked him up pretty bad and any bodily shift is sending sharp stabs through him.
It takes quite a bit of maneuvering to get that shirt off, and there is a soft frustrated sound just as he's tugging it over his head and the back of the fabric bunches and just... won't. come. off. ]
[What you'll hear first is a small chuckle before there are hands moving to assist you --
-- and the moment that's off, he's up against your body again, and his mouth and tongue are rather busy urging yours to come around and play. He's also letting his hands roam over the smooth planes of your body, because by Elaine, it's so nice to get properly acquainted with your skin.
Yes, you'll also feel how he's hot and hard for you, and does not appear to be ashamed to show it.]
[ And he's meeting each kiss, tongue chasing yours as his arms come around to crush you against him. You lack of shyness is letting him get over his own, bit by bit, because it's difficult not to get swept up in your enthusiasm, in the way you feel right up against him.
So he's going to fall back against the mattress and take you with him, a hand cupping the flesh of your butt to press you both closer than merely just close.
He's also trying to kick his pants off -- it's working, somewhat. At least one leg is off. ]
[And feeling your lengths brush up against each other beyond having your mouth on his and your skin pressed up against his body as if you're trying to be each other's clothes makes him shudder.
It isn't enough, though, to make him not notice what you're trying to do, and - with another smile against your lips - move his hands up against your shoulders and chest in order to very gently but firmly push you back. A silent hold still, I've got you.
Then he's shifting lower, and leaving a trail of half-kisses interposed with just the barest hint of teeth and tongue, over the full expanse of your body, between your neck and your stomach.]
[ It's the hint of teeth that get him -- so this is Josh writhing beneath each nip, strangled, cut-off sounds leaving him as his fingers tangle in your hair. ]
Hikaru, wait-- [ those are his legs coming up to lock you in place by the waist; or trying to anyway. ]
[He'll let you have that, as he pauses rather obediently from where his face is hovering just over your skin. Where his breath is warm over your body.]
Mm?
[He's keeping his gaze right on you, and there's a promise in there. He'll only ever do what you want him to do, and beyond that? He's yours.
Maybe you'll find it thrilling someday, how you're the one who can tell the Blade King what to do in bed.]
[ Are you kidding him? It is thrilling -- it's also incredibly terrifying because he feels utterly out of his depth, and all the while wanting to make sure that he can give as good as he gets.
Holding that gaze now, before he lets himself sink back. ] Forget I was gonna say... anything.
[ And then softly, trying for glib: ] I'm just... going to lie back and think of England.
[Have some low laughter right over your skin, Josh.]
Don't you mean Japan?
[He is, by the way, shifting even lower. That next kiss he gives you is right below your belly button. There are hands too, pushing your pants completely off.]
[ What you'll hear next, even if you've barely touched him, is the half-laugh, half-choked out breath before Josh turns his face into one of your pillows, one hand on the other side of it, because his face feels flushed, the room has suddenly become hotter and his thoughts of your mouth on him are so vivid it's making his pulse spike.
Forgive him. This is so very new. This is also you. ]
[He has no problem at all with introducing you to new things, especially if they happen to be as pleasant as this - he does, after all, firmly believe that he can make it worth your while.
Since you're not really looking at him now, you're just going to feel the slow, almost reverent trail of kisses he leaves, leading away from your inner thigh and heading right between your legs. Then he's taking the tip of you into his mouth.
Just that first, to measure your reaction and let you set the pace.]
[ It takes a monumental effort for him to keep his hips where they are, because the trail your mouth had tracked had prompted a hiss, a shift of his shoulders against the sheets, the press of his head against that mattress.
When your lips close over him, that is the sound of him swallowing the hum crawling its way out of his throat, and you'll note the way his stomach sucks in and the shallow movement of his chest as he reminds himself to just keep breathing. ]
[He's feeling all of that, even while he's getting accustomed to the feel of you in his mouth. It's been a while, you know.
Still: it doesn't take him too long, and the first signal that he's ready comes in the form of him moving down, to begin to cover the rest of you with his mouth and let his tongue slide over your length.
Yes, this may be his attempt at finding ways to make you make new sounds for him to listen to, and dissect every shade of them as he will.]
[ He's watching you now, fingers threading through the softness of your hair, the pads kneading encouragingly over your scalp even as his hips shift beneath you.
He's also worrying at his bottom lip, the breaths that escape him loud in the silence of the room as one leg comes up to offer him a different option ( his heel, digging into the mattress ) to moving his hips up.
[Perhaps you'll find the sight of him a little mesmerizing with how rhythmic the bob of his head is between your legs as he takes the full length of you in with each slow, perfect stroke. You may also feel how your touch makes him tremble, and note, perhaps, the slight flush in his cheeks.
This thrills him, being able to do this to you, and be with you this way. That much becomes more obvious later, in the times he pauses to catch his breath, and in the low sounds he starts to make in his throat, against your cock.]
[ He would, if he could.keep his eyes open the entire time. As it is the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him is all he can focus on, all he can think about as he writhes against those sheets. His hands have fallen away, fingers curling against the bed as he tries to keep the sounds he's making as you get him off down.
He's never been with anyone before, and he can't picture being with anyone else, beautiful and perfect as you are to him.
Your name is a whisper on his lips now, the syllables of your name a plea on his tongue because goddamn please he feels like he's coming apart and you're so far away as much as you are near. ]
[And the way you say his name goes straight through him, just enough to start to compromise the grip that he has on his control - what little there remains, anyway.
This is ultimately why he pulls back, with a look on his face that is nearly as vulnerable as he had been earlier, when the two of you had been taking. It's more full of you than anything else, though, and hell: he can't bring himself to care.
He moves - slowly, because everything has become that much harder to do in the face of need this perfectly consuming - and kisses you full on the mouth in a gesture that only hints at the urgency he feels. His hand has crawled back down there, to palm at your length.]
Please put this inside of me. [His words are weighted with desire.] I want to give you everything.
[ To see you like this, to hear you say that and then feel the familiar weight of your hand on him all over again nearly undoes him.
He's kissing you again, with a force of desire that surprises himself because he wants to tell you you've got it wrong, you've already given me so much, let me be the one to give back this time. ] Yes, [ that is murmured breathlessly against your mouth. ] Okay. [ That is said between several more kisses as he draws you right up against him even if his mind is whirling over how to make this work. ]
Tell me how. [ He's so utterly gone on you, so caught up in your eyes and that look and how you make him feel. ]
[There's a soft laugh over your lips at that, and it shudders a little more than it should.]
That depends on how "safe" you want this first time to be.
[As if there is anything safe about a situation like this, with two people so utterly involved with each other, it's terrible. But you get his drift, he hopes.]
[ Lifting a hand now to brush the hair from your eyes so that he can look into them without obstruction. ]
I don't want to hurt you. [ There's an underlying promise at that: I never, ever want to. And the way he says those words is quiet and tender and nervous and maybe even a little bit afraid.
This is the closest you two have ever been. This is him stepping into your space just as you are welcomed into his. It kind of shakes him to the core. ]
[He leans into your touch briefly, because if he lingers any more with the way contact with you makes his skin hum... well.]
And you won't.
[He snags your fingers with just the tips of his teeth - a light and playful nip - before he's moving away from you just long enough to fetch the lubricant.
Kissing you, before pressing it into your palm.]
You'll need to loosen me up with your fingers before you come in. This'll help.
[ There's a moment of hesitation before he's bridging the distance between their mouths and pressing his chest up against Hikaru's own. Pushing the Blade King down now, so that he can cover the younger man's body with his own -- and then tracking a path down from throat to chest to belly even as he murmurs. ]
What kind is this?
[ He means the lube. Why he's asking though... well. ]
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Okay, [ a nip on your lower lip ] Yes, [ the shifting of his mouth as he draws a breath from yours. ]
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Once it's broken, though, he's letting his hands slide under the hem of your shirt.]
Care to lose this for me first?
[Because he's had it up to here with being driven crazy over the lack of contact between his skin and yours.]
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It takes quite a bit of maneuvering to get that shirt off, and there is a soft frustrated sound just as he's tugging it over his head and the back of the fabric bunches and just... won't. come. off. ]
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-- and the moment that's off, he's up against your body again, and his mouth and tongue are rather busy urging yours to come around and play. He's also letting his hands roam over the smooth planes of your body, because by Elaine, it's so nice to get properly acquainted with your skin.
Yes, you'll also feel how he's hot and hard for you, and does not appear to be ashamed to show it.]
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So he's going to fall back against the mattress and take you with him, a hand cupping the flesh of your butt to press you both closer than merely just close.
He's also trying to kick his pants off -- it's working, somewhat. At least one leg is off. ]
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It isn't enough, though, to make him not notice what you're trying to do, and - with another smile against your lips - move his hands up against your shoulders and chest in order to very gently but firmly push you back. A silent hold still, I've got you.
Then he's shifting lower, and leaving a trail of half-kisses interposed with just the barest hint of teeth and tongue, over the full expanse of your body, between your neck and your stomach.]
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Hikaru, wait-- [ those are his legs coming up to lock you in place by the waist; or trying to anyway. ]
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Mm?
[He's keeping his gaze right on you, and there's a promise in there. He'll only ever do what you want him to do, and beyond that? He's yours.
Maybe you'll find it thrilling someday, how you're the one who can tell the Blade King what to do in bed.]
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Holding that gaze now, before he lets himself sink back. ] Forget I was gonna say... anything.
[ And then softly, trying for glib: ] I'm just... going to lie back and think of England.
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Don't you mean Japan?
[He is, by the way, shifting even lower. That next kiss he gives you is right below your belly button. There are hands too, pushing your pants completely off.]
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[ Helpless. So utterly helpless as he tries to right his breathing. ]
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-- right before he's reaching out to urge your legs apart a little more. He'll match that silent request with a kiss right in your inner thigh.
It's so nice to finally see all of you, Joshua LaRue.]
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Forgive him. This is so very new. This is also you. ]
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Since you're not really looking at him now, you're just going to feel the slow, almost reverent trail of kisses he leaves, leading away from your inner thigh and heading right between your legs. Then he's taking the tip of you into his mouth.
Just that first, to measure your reaction and let you set the pace.]
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When your lips close over him, that is the sound of him swallowing the hum crawling its way out of his throat, and you'll note the way his stomach sucks in and the shallow movement of his chest as he reminds himself to just keep breathing. ]
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Still: it doesn't take him too long, and the first signal that he's ready comes in the form of him moving down, to begin to cover the rest of you with his mouth and let his tongue slide over your length.
Yes, this may be his attempt at finding ways to make you make new sounds for him to listen to, and dissect every shade of them as he will.]
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He's also worrying at his bottom lip, the breaths that escape him loud in the silence of the room as one leg comes up to offer him a different option ( his heel, digging into the mattress ) to moving his hips up.
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This thrills him, being able to do this to you, and be with you this way. That much becomes more obvious later, in the times he pauses to catch his breath, and in the low sounds he starts to make in his throat, against your cock.]
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He's never been with anyone before, and he can't picture being with anyone else, beautiful and perfect as you are to him.
Your name is a whisper on his lips now, the syllables of your name a plea on his tongue because goddamn please he feels like he's coming apart and you're so far away as much as you are near. ]
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This is ultimately why he pulls back, with a look on his face that is nearly as vulnerable as he had been earlier, when the two of you had been taking. It's more full of you than anything else, though, and hell: he can't bring himself to care.
He moves - slowly, because everything has become that much harder to do in the face of need this perfectly consuming - and kisses you full on the mouth in a gesture that only hints at the urgency he feels. His hand has crawled back down there, to palm at your length.]
Please put this inside of me. [His words are weighted with desire.] I want to give you everything.
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He's kissing you again, with a force of desire that surprises himself because he wants to tell you you've got it wrong, you've already given me so much, let me be the one to give back this time. ] Yes, [ that is murmured breathlessly against your mouth. ] Okay. [ That is said between several more kisses as he draws you right up against him even if his mind is whirling over how to make this work. ]
Tell me how. [ He's so utterly gone on you, so caught up in your eyes and that look and how you make him feel. ]
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That depends on how "safe" you want this first time to be.
[As if there is anything safe about a situation like this, with two people so utterly involved with each other, it's terrible. But you get his drift, he hopes.]
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I don't want to hurt you. [ There's an underlying promise at that: I never, ever want to. And the way he says those words is quiet and tender and nervous and maybe even a little bit afraid.
This is the closest you two have ever been. This is him stepping into your space just as you are welcomed into his. It kind of shakes him to the core. ]
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And you won't.
[He snags your fingers with just the tips of his teeth - a light and playful nip - before he's moving away from you just long enough to fetch the lubricant.
Kissing you, before pressing it into your palm.]
You'll need to loosen me up with your fingers before you come in. This'll help.
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What kind is this?
[ He means the lube. Why he's asking though... well. ]
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